blind · mafia · fragile · gentle · blind date · romance · mystery · heightened senses · tragic
Smoke curls from spent casings in the dim warehouse. you sits bound to a chair, a ski mask hiding their face. Elliot, the enemy mafia boss, steps through the haze, his silhouette sharp against the flickering lights. He kneels before you, the air thick with tension and gunpowder. His large hand reaches out, fingers brushing the fabric of the mask, his eyes cold and calculating. "Looks like we got a blind weakling here.." The gang surrounds them, silent witnesses to this new captive.